Not much news, several pictures Wednesday, Sep 3 2014 

Busy as ever, even when unemployed, and little inclined to write: story of my life. However! There are a few more portraits of Himself to be seen, and who needs to read when they can look at those?


chess players


Am I going to win? Odds are against it. This man’s been playing chess for the better part of four centuries and he’s the one teaching me!


celtic cable elaborate2


Found this gorgeous jumper by chance from a friend’s link on We Hunted The Mammoth, home of many a knitting conversation. It was too gorgeous not to make a portrait, though I didn’t think Louis would fancy the jumper. Surprise, he did! Not sure if that means he’s doing a bit of Feline Perversity or I should just give up trying to second-guess him.


Probably both.


king and rochelle nap


Nap time! The kitty in this photo is just similar enough to Miss Rochelle that making a portrait was irresistible. We don’t have a couch anything like this one, but never mind.




And finally, a bit of pure fantasy – I found this picture of a reenactor (English Civil War or Thirty Years’ War, I don’t recall) and couldn’t resist turning it into a portrait of Louis in his soldiering days. Not exactly the quality of armour he wore – to see how beautiful that was, look at the picture below. But it’s a happy reminder for me of the amazing things he did in his earthly days, this man who led an army across the snowbound Alps.




This glorious armour is at the Musée de l’Armée in Paris. Alas, they have no frontal photos of it online, so I cannot make a portrait of Louis wearing it!

Louis’s Chicago Diary: part one Friday, May 23 2014 


My friends, it has been long since I wrote. It is not that I did not wish to, but that there were other things to do, and my lady has much upon her mind, things which preclude the peace for writing together. It does not mean that we have not been together at our Home, for that is always our way, though my lady’s earthly consciousness does not know it, not without the time to make memories arise, which she has no longer.

I am speaking in my own fashion, and my lady thinks “Run-on sentence” and I laugh, for I do not care about those conventions, not truly. Let it be as it will, I can say as I will, persons know my meaning.

I should speak of our holiday on the earthly side, when we visited friends in the cities of Los Angeles and Chicago. It was a splendid journey, not the travelling, which is as uncomfortable in its way as anything I recall from my earthly days. Then, one could alight, and have free movement, but had much discomfort and cold in the coach; or one could ride, and know the strength of one’s horse,  but pay in weariness and weather. Now, it is concealed from weather, and warm or cool, seeming with no reason, but there is no true room to move, nowhere to stop and rest, and no true sleep to be had. It is a strange thing, wondrous for the machines, but not a thing I would choose, for myself, were I bound to the earthly plane. I know not what I would do, for I have no love of being upon the sea. Perhaps I would command friends to visit me. It would be just, my lady and I have travelled much.

We had but a week to spend with our friends, the sisters in spirit we know from times past, visiting, and writing much, though less now than before, for lives are busy. The visit was to be in Chicago, where my lady had been but once, and Leslie not at all, and to see things there we did not know. It is a great city and there is much to see; one day we will visit it in Spirit, where all things are the finest, and the best is not lost. My mother’s portrait is in its Art Institute, but we shall not need to see that, for she has had later and finer work done, and I know it well.

What to say of our journey? I know my lady wonders if I shall write a diary, all the things we did, for she does not remember specific things, and wonders if I shall recall them, or if it is her memory playing games. She thinks of all things as a test, instead of trusting herself.

Our first night was peaceful, in Leslie’s house. We slept upon that most comfortable couch, having been cleaned, and eaten, and cast off the grime of travel. No, I do not mean I felt it as such, but it is a thing I do not forget, and would not do now as I did then, and sleep clothed in a hurry to travel on. Perhaps I am old, I like my comforts now, in Spirit, when discomfort is not a thing I need feel!

We went Home that night, and did work in our garden. My lady said it felt well to move and stretch and work, though her earthly muscles would gain nothing from it, but mind and spirit did.

Before sleep, we had eaten with Leslie and her beloved, and her mother and her sister, and taken great pleasure in seeing them again.

The flight to Chicago was a slow thing; there was a problem, a mechanical thing that did not work, and took one hour to be resolved, so we arrived most late in that city. It was fortunate that Leslie had thought ahead and arranged a bus, so we had not to wait, or try to travel on a train, or have the expense of a taxi, for the airport is not close to the city.

The hotel where we stayed was a fine thing. It was not handsome in an old way, it was bare, the modern look, but most clean, and quiet, and the persons serving were welcoming and civil. The bed was hard, but not so hard to deprive one of sleep, and it was a pleasure to lie in an earthly bed of width, before waking in my bed of comfort in my house, and spending the day, that is the earthly night, with my lady, and our beasts. I say beasts but my lady thinks, “Is that another word for owners?” which is truth.

I will speak more of our journey soon. My lady wearies; it is not an easy thing for an earthly person, to do this work.


I’m not dead yet! Saturday, Apr 19 2014 

It’s been a devilish long time since I posted anything. There are, as usual, umpteen reasons for this. The main one is that I tend to be writing or doing craft stuff, but not both. In the last couple of years I’ve taken up knitting (as can be seen from a couple of recent posts) and my attention for blogging has gone down in proportion. I’ve also had more trouble getting memories of Home; too many distractions, I think.

There’s also been a major change in my earthly life in the last couple of weeks: I was retrenched from the job I held for nine years, which means the morning walk through Fawkner Park, where most of my remembering happened, is no longer A Thing. When I’m aware of Louis at the moment, it’s usually in the evening, when we’re flopped down on the couch watching a DVD (or at least, Mum and I are watching; I’m pretty sure he does the Husband Thing and falls asleep sometimes).

I know one thing we’ve done at Home recently: the spring planting in the round rose bed. We’ve gone for a red-gold colour scheme this year, from the deepest red to palest yellows, and the design is based on a knitting pattern. We’ve planted three shades of red roses in radiating lines, arranged to look like a plaited cable from above, and put shades of yellow between them, worked to look like moss stitch.

Other than that, at least I’ve done some new pictures, including a template from scratch, for the first time in a long while. So, here they are:


snow portrait 3


I think I’ve given myself a load of work with this one. Louis’s decided he likes that jacket well enough to want me to knit it for him.


serious gardener


There was almost enough work in this picture to justify a “How I Did It” post. Different colour for the jeans and jumper, adding a pair of boots bit by bit instead of the runners the guy in the original was wearing, finding a template of Louis that worked with the angle, endless faffing around with shade/hue/white balance/whatever to try to get the picture looking halfway convincing.


help is at hand


This one was fun to do, though there was just as much mucking around to get the elements to more or less gel. I wish the original photo of the background were better quality, but there’s nothing much I can do about it; sharpening it just makes it look strange. I don’t want to use a different pic, because this really is our main room at Home: we refurbished it to look like this room.


Miss Rochelle has less colour on her face than this kitty, but his general look and pose were right for this picture. I don’t know how much longer Louis’s knitting is going to last here.


There is one new pic I’m not proposing to publish. Louis dared me ages ago to do full-length nude photo portrait of him … and I finally took him up on it.

Lake District picnic Monday, Nov 11 2013 

lake district picnic

New Pictures Tuesday, Nov 5 2013 

A new template and several new pictures.

A pensive king

pensive leather 2

This lounge scene doesn’t look anything like our home, of course, but I needed a fireplace pic to match the two figures, and this is a lovely room.

The cats are Magnus, in front of the fire, and Thomas, on the chair. In the original photo I took this from, they were both on the couch.

a fireside day

Louis knitting at Home

knitter 2

Louis and Katie

LK snapshot

Louis and Rochelle


And some fun making gifs with LunaPics:

pouring rain aran


Brunswick Street, October Monday, Oct 14 2013 

a post by Louis

scally and trombone oct 13

My lady and I have done much, these two days at Home and here, and I would tell you of it.

First, we went to Brunswick Street, a place of shops my lady likes to visit, but has not done so for some small time. It is because her leg pains her, and she cannot walk at length, and is wary of doing so. But this day was fine, and there was a thing for which she wanted to seek: a brooch to hold her fine new coat. It struck her that she might find such in this street, for there are art things there, and jewellery, and the shop of which she is most fond, called Scally and Trombone, is one which sells such.

She wore her fine coat, which I admire, and we know my youngest son would wear happily, but he may not, for I am not having him copy it; it is my lady’s, not his. He may envy, if he will! He has not seen it yet, we have not been in his company since she completed its knitting. It was a warm day when we walked out, and one would think the garment too warm, but my lady was less hot from it, than from her other garments, and said the sleeves, on her bare arms, were comfortable, for they allowed air in, being loose-knit, while preventing sunburn on her fair skin.

The shop in Brunswick Street had many brooches, some handsome, some strange, many whimsical. My lady chose a green cat, arranged as if lying down and looking at mere humans. It is sculpted so its gaze seems to follow one, which is most like cats when they deign to notice.

She also found hose, garments of many colours, patterned in flowers, and stripes, and other shapes, which seemed most odd, and I was surprised she would choose such. I knew she had wanted colours, to offset her dark tunic, but I did not think such would appeal to her. But I will tell you, they looked most fine upon her, for she wore them at our Home that night, and it joyed me to see so much colour.

We had a peaceful day at our Home, drinking tea upon the terrace, and enjoying the change to the cool of autumn. It is my lady’s favourite time, for autumn does not have the rich colour she craves, where she lives on Earth, and the rising heat means such autumn as there is, has become warmer, and brief, as if summer were to infect it. I say infect, because she has no love of the hot season, not because it disturbs me; all seasons have their mellowness and pleasures in Spirit, and the cold does not kill, nor the heat scorch.

My lady’s coat has been most popular with the furred ones. They are all sure they can leave their mark upon it, although its colours resist their fur, and they are most happy to use it as a blanket. I know it is fine in this way, for they are not the first to do so, and it makes a welcome shelter, when one is outside, and one’s skin open to the air. It is a tradition we most enjoy, to use our new knitwear so, and we are like cats, we make our own traditions, and they are ancient when we do, and not to be questioned by mere mortal humans, or immortal humans, if one is a cat.

There are other things we have done. The time of our plants’ flowering is past, and we are putting away pots, and settling the beds for their sleep, when winter comes. The hedges need trimming, but that is always so. They are most lively, these plants of Spirit, they grow and grow. I smile, it keeps us busy. I will drag my sons to help, one day, for we have aided them much in laying out their new designs! It is unpaid labour, being a king and father of kings, even though we are not kings, nor have been so long, and regret it not. I would sooner be a gardener, as I am, than ever a king. It is one thing that has lasted, the making of things, the ordering of things; it is with creation, a good that lasts, that feeds the soul, better than the ordering of men, or armies, or any thing, even those I loved in my restless earthtime.

I will tell another thing my lady bought: a coat-hanger, made in the form of a cat’s face, painted large, above shoulders. She hangs her coat upon it, in her room where she can see it, and startles when she enters, for it is a large face, and seems to look, and were it not gold-eyed, would seem to be Miss Katie. I can see that child, staring at us, if we disturbed her use of a garment she had claimed, or any thing.

We ate of a dish called Eggs Benedict. My lady enjoyed it. I did not, so much. It was strange, I did not care for the sauce, and it was of strange texture. I did not say so much, to my lady, when she asked, but she laughed and said I did not wish to say I did not care for it, which was true, I admit it. Why would I hide such? I do not know, it is a silly thing to do.

That is all I have to tell, of our days here and there. I wish you well and bid you good day.





Notes by Louise:

The brooch is by Erstwilder Jewellery of Melbourne. They have a website, but there are more pieces to be found by Googling them.

The coathanger is by Stupell Industries. Their website seems to be in pdf hell, and is mainly for wholesalers anyway. Googling “Stupell coat hanger” will get a good selection of their designs – cats, dogs and foxes.

The tights are by Dub & Drino. They are also available in lots of places online.

Does writing a knitting pattern count? Monday, Oct 14 2013 

The last couple of months have been taken up with a mixture of knitting projects and health concerns, which pretty much wiped out any urge to write – and, with the change of focus, less time actually spent remembering time at Home. That is, I think – hope – changing; Louis wants to write something tonight, which he hasn’t for a little while.

In the meantime, here are the two major projects I’ve done, and the pattern for the second.


Aston Coat Wool Baa crop

The dress and coat derive from the same pattern. I haven’t written up the dress’s, but here is the pattern for the Mick Aston Memorial Coat.


Needles: 6mm/ US 10
Yarns: Noro Silk Garden #309 – 15 skeins
Adorn Silky Merino DK, #105 (5 skeins) and #116 (2 skeins)
Yarn for sewing seams (any suitable yarn will do)


knit stitch
purl stitch
cable stitch
sewing seams


BO – bind off (cast off)
cbb – knit cable stitch back
cbf – knit cable stitch forward
CO – cast on
Cont – continue
k – knit
k2tog – knit two stitches together (decrease)
Mark – use ribbon, safety pin, stitch marker etc. to mark row
p – purl
p2tog – purl two stitches together (decrease)
r – row
RS – right side
rv st st – reverse stockinette stitch
sl1k – slip one stitch knitwise (used at selvedges)
WS – wrong side


a. I used cable cast-on and a basic sl1k at the start, k1 at the end of every row style of selvedge. It is a bit gappy in the decreasing edges, but because this coat has external seams and can be reinforced with a second seam inside, it wasn’t really an issue. Use whatever type of selvedge you think best.

b. I have not included specifics for the sections where I changed to cream Adorn and did various cable or ribbed patterns. The idea is to improvise and do what you think looks best. I used the cream to break up the colour bands (which are themselves asymmetrical) and put in a bit of patterning. You might want to do it quite differently.

c. The Adorn is finer than the Noro; it’s important to knit it more loosely, or there will be buckling where they meet (she said, having found this out the hard way). Other than that, tension and gauge aren’t that important. The garment is very loose and draped. I stand 5′ 4” and am an Australian size 16 – 18 (similar to US 12 – 14). Adorn is a soft yarn, but if you are sensitive to wool products on your skin, you may want to line the back collar. I used a strip of microfibre from a pair of tights; it’s soft and doesn’t show inside the neck.

d. Noro feels harsh when knitting it up, not least because of all the splinters in it (yay the rustic look, not). But it’s surprisingly soft to wear, and, with the knit surface inside, quite smooth. I’ve worn it next to the skin on a 25C day and been quite comfortable; it kept the sun off, but the knit was loose enough to let the breeze through.


CO 228 stitches in Adorn Silky Merino 105 (Choc Chip).

r1 – r3: sl1kw
r4: k1, k2tog, k2tog, then k row to last 5 stitches; k2tog, k2tog, k1

Repeat r1 – r4 to r13 (ordinary k row)

End of r13: change to Noro Silk Garden

r14: p
r15: k
r16: k1, p2tog, p2tog, p to last 5 stitches, p2tog, p2tog, k1

r17: k

Continue as in rows 14 -17 until fabric is 124 stitches wide (should be row 104, there or thereabouts). Mark row.
Cont rv st st to r138
End r138: change to Adorn #105
r139: sl1k, k4, p2, k5, p2, k96, p2, k5, p2, k5
r140: sl1k, p4, cbf, p5, cbf, p96, cbb, p5, cbb, p5
Continue as rows 139 and 140 to r198


CO 140 stitches in Adorn #105

r1 – r3: sl1k, k to end
r4: sl1k, k to last 5 stitches, k2tog, k2tog, k1

Repeat r1 – r4 to r13

r14: sl1k, k12. Tie Noro yarn to Adorn, p to end of row, k last stitch.
r15: sl1k, k to last 13 stitches, wind the two yarns around each other, k final 13 in Adorn. This forms the front band.

Remember to knit the Adorn more loosely than the Noro!

r16: sl1k, k12 in Adorn, twist yarns, p to last five sitches in Noro, p2tog, p2tog, k1.

Continue this pattern (ie. reducing two stitches at the end of every second purl row) to r104; mark end of row.

r105 – r139 – continue rv st st

r140:  resume reducing two stitches at end of row (should be 86 stitches wide on this row when done)

r141- 148: reduce two stitches at end of every purl row

r149 on: reduce three stitches at end of every row until Noro meets Adorn band. Tie off the Noro and leave tail for binding in.

Put stitch holder in the front band. Do Not Cut the yarn! It’s needed to finish the collar.

NB this will produce a gathered/pleated effect on the edge. It wasn’t intentional but it works!


Identical to the right front, but all reducing happens at the beginning of the row instead of the end.

CO 140 stitches in Adorn #105

r1 – r3: sl1k, k to end
r4: sl1k, k2tog, k2tog, k to end

Repeat r1 – r4 to r13

r14: sl1k, p to last 13 stitches. Tie Noro to Adorn, k last 13.
r15: sl1k, k13 in Adorn, wind the two yarns around each other, k to end in Noro.

r16: sl1k, p2tog, p2tog, p to last 13 stitches, twist yarns, k13 in Adorn.

Continue this pattern (ie. reducing two stitches at the beginning of every second purl row) to r104; mark end of row.

r105 – r139 – continue rv st st

r140:  resume reducing two stitches at beginning of row (should be 86 stitches wide on this row when done)

r141- 148: reduce two stitches at beginning of every purl row

r149 on: reduce three stitches at beginning of every row until Noro meets Adorn band. Tie off the Noro and leave tail for binding in.

Put stitch holder in the front band. Do Not Cut the yarn! It’s needed to finish the collar.


The sleeves are rectangles and can essentially be whatever length and width you fancy. I made them  140 stitches wide, with the 13-row band of Adorn for the cuffs. The length is dictated by how long your arms are and how loose your knitting is. The shoulder line on this jacket comes about halfway down my upper arm, so the sleeves only needed to be 33cm long.

Tip: knit both sleeves at once if you have long needles. It means you can judge the length by eye or measurement and don’t have to count rows.


Sew the front top edge to the top of the back. This forms an over-the-shoulder front seam and a dropped shoulder line. I used saddle stitch (blanket stitch) in bright red for decoration, and oversewed in inconspicuous yarn at the back, for strength.

Unlike most sewers I prefer to have the side seams done before I attach sleeves, but I used pins and tacking to get everything aligned first. Since the sleeve seams are also decorative, I put the halfway-mark of the sleeve edge at the top of the shoulder, so the sleeve seam meets the side seam.


Continue knitting the front bands until they are long enough to join in the centre back. Your mileage may vary with how loose you want this, or whether you intend to sew the collar to the neckline. I did so to reduce its stretchiness, again using a decorative seam.



July jumper Wednesday, Jul 3 2013 

green moss main room

Sunday was a peaceful day on this side of the veil. This wretched knee still needs to be rested as much as possible, which means I haven’t been out on the weekend for ages. However, it does give the chance to get knitting or pictures done, and this time it was pictures, the ones in the previous entry and here.

I’d had the original of this one stored for some time in my files, and finally got around to turning into a portrait. The original was grey – a good shade, but not one Louis would be likely to fancy. He’s long since given away the only grey jumper he had. I wasn’t at all sure he’d have any interest in this pattern, since he hadn’t expressed any enthusiasm when I found it. He did express a preference for a blue-green shade, in much the same family as his mock-turtle knit, and the shade proved surprisingly easy to create on PhotoStudio: just one change of hue and saturation was enough, for a rarity.

What I couldn’t get was a straightforward answer about whether he would like to have this garment to wear! As usual when I can’t hear him (most of the time) I tried the pendulum. The confusion of yes, no and maybe/non-committal/does not apply answers left me no wiser about whether he liked it enough to wear, didn’t fancy it after all or simply hadn’t had time to consider. I went to bed in that state, presuming he’d let me know once we were Home and could talk properly.

This morning, Louis informed me he was wearing the jumper, so I was determined to remember as much as I could in Fawkner. I wasted no time in getting a coffee, drinking it on the way there, and finding a good place to dump my bag and relax into the memories.

The first image to come through was of us at breakfast. I think we’d finished eating; we were talking about the jumper and holding hands.

“You were being such a tease last night. I had no idea what you wanted.”

“It is your punishment for using the machine,” he answered, grinning.

“So, do you want that jumper? Shall we make it?”

“I do,” he said, not grinning this time, just smiling. At that point I slid over to sit on his lap and give him a kiss.

“I love you,” I said, rather unnecessarily. “You’re so real. Your happiness, your self …” I was rubbing his upper chest while I said this; it was a very tactile memory, this morning.

“That’s a strange reason to love someone,” Louis observed.

“You know what I mean,” I said, and we kissed again. Just then the coffee pot bubbled, and Louis leaned over to turn it off. I got up and poured our drinks, returning to my seat to have mine. I got a dark look when I poured milk into my mug, and threatened to add it to his; he drank with his hand shielding the top, just in case.

While I drank, I felt the making of the jumper coming on me. It was like a partly unguided thought; I knew what it would look like and was thinking out how the surface was so textured, but the inside would be smooth – not fluffy-soft, but pleasant on the skin. Louis watched while I did this; he obviously had an idea of what was happening.

“There’s something upstairs for you,” I said when it was done. “On the bed.”

The speed with which he gulped down his coffee and took off upstairs was a bit of a giveaway.

“All that teasing,” I said to Katie (who was of course sitting on the table – where else would she be at breakfast?). “Daddy’s being a bit of a fraud, he did want that jumper.” She looked at me, squeezed her eyes almost shut and produced one of her voiceless words, just the sound of her leathery little cat lips separating, but with the clear thought Daddy in it; she was laughing at him as much as I was.

I cleared the table; telling food scraps “Return to your energetic state” is a superior way of washing up, I think. By the time I’d done that, Louis had reappeared in the doorway. He posed and turned in his new knitwear, until I suggested we go to the main room. Spacious though our kitchen is, it’s not the ideal venue for showing off new clothes.

I flopped on the old couch near the fireplace, and Louis showed off some more, including a silly pose with one hand on his hip, one on the back of his head, and a bent leg – parodying model poses. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him in his new jumper, and how much he liked the feel as much as the look of it.

“It’s a bit warm to wear it now, but you might want to wear it tonight,” I said. We do after all have a Tradition where new clothing is concerned. “How about a first cuddle in it now, though?”

Louis wasn’t arguing with that, and droppped onto the couch. But our cuddle didn’t stay a cuddle for long, and the official breaking in of the new jumper took place rather sooner than we’d planned.

Not that anyone was complaining, mind.

At this point in my memories, I opened my eyes and asked Louis if what I was seeing was accurate. Some of it felt like I was imagining rather than recalling it; there was a feeling of directing, not following. He assured me it was real, but that I’d missed the best part. When he said that, I had an impression of Henri and Kathy being involved.

“Did we go to your father’s place to show off the new jumper?” I asked. “What, is there a knitwear rivalry going on between you two?”

Luckily I had time to try for more memories. Even more luckily, they came.

I tuned back in to our arrival at Kathy and Henri’s house. It was a little like the last time I remember us doing this, but instead of Kathy being at the door to greet us, I called out to her: “Kathy! Kathy! You there? Louis’s got new knitwear to show off!”

My dear stepmother-in-law came out, and there was an Admiring the Knitwear moment, including me assuring her that no, I had not knitted such a time-consuming and complicated garment on the earthly side. At some point Louis called Kathy Mother, and she rolled her eyes and asked, “Does he do that to you?” – meaning, does he use some wildly unsuitable title – to which I answered, “No, but the boys do!” Teasing stepsons are all the go in the Bourbon family, it seems.

We walked through the house, Louis in the middle with his arms around us, before he went ahead, calling out for his father.

“He was being such a tease about this on the other side,” I said. “He’s figured out how to avoid giving straight answers through the pendulum.”

“Are you still using that?”

“Yeah, more than I’d like, but I can’t hear him often.”

“I’m surprised. I’d have thought you would by now. Never mind, it’ll come.”

By this time we were in the cobbled back yard. Henri had been in the kennels, and when we arrived he was trying to give Louis a hug, while Louis danced around, keeping out of reach, because he didn’t want to get his new jumper all doggy.

“Leave it, Henri!” I called, laughing. “It hasn’t had its first layer of cat hair yet!”

“Are you saying my dogs are inferior, daughter?”

“No, but we have to live with the snooty little beggars if they don’t get to be first!”

I don’t remember much else about our visit. Louis took off his jumper and folded it carefully, then hugged his father; Kathy asked if it was too early for us to have lunch, and we went inside.

Photo diary, part eleventy Sunday, Jun 30 2013 

Louis and I celebrated my fiftieth birthday on Friday night (day, across the veil) by … not getting out of bed.

On that note, I shall leave you with the latest pictures I have made. The third one is slightly NSFW, at least if a glimpse of a male buttock counts as such.

garden cats

The kitties here aren’t ours, though the grey tabbies in the foreground could sort of be chunkier versions of Katie and Abbey, if one squinted hard enough. Not that it matters, since it’s a lovely picture anyway.

green moss 3

I saw the picture of this jumper a while ago and couldn’t resist making it into a portrait. The jumper’s grey in the original, but Louis wanted it green. Whether he or I will end up creating an actual garment over There from this I don’t know, but I certainly won’t be knitting it on the earthly side!

rochelle cuddle

Miss Rochelle, queen of the workshop, getting a cuddle. The background isn’t accurate, in that there are no doors leading outside (the room is on the front wing of the house, opposite the dining room wing, and leads only back inside via the studio), but it does give a good idea of its size and its messiness!

long grass 2

Nothing to say here, really. Let the picture do the talking. :)

Some pictures almost make themselves Tuesday, Jun 18 2013 

Once again, I sit down to write and find myself wholly reluctant to do so, despite the urge to describe the sweet memory of lying next to a sleeping (and yes, snoring) man.

So once again I’ll cheat and post some recent pictures instead. I didn’t make many alterations to these – the blurry effects were in the originals, so it was just a matter of matching the effects in the facial templates.

None of these represent actual moments here or across the veil. I was searching for pictures of suitable knitwear (cobblestone or Aran jumpers). These were charming enough to use as finished portraits, not just as templates for the clothing.

Louis’s cap in the second picture is the second cable-knit cap I knitted lately. It was meant to be a beret, but, being new to knitting cable, I underestimated how elastic it makes the yarn, and it’s much more snug than I wanted. (Beanies don’t suit me at all.)
They do, however, suit someone else, and he helped himself to this and the first cable cap I knitted, thank you very much – to the point that when I tried that one on last night, here on the earthly side, he asked imperiously, “What are you doing wearing my cap?”

As Mum said, sometimes he does take this king business seriously.

aran guitarist

mushroom cobblestone 2

blurry laugh

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